ROBIN’S GRAVE
Tread lightly here, for here ,’tis said, When piping winds are husked around, A small note wakes from underground, Where now his tiny bones are laid. Nq more, in lone, and leafless groves, With ruffled wing and faded breast, His friendless, homeless spirit roves; Gone to the world where 'birds are blessed, Where never cat glides o'er the green. Or schoolboy’s giant form is seen; But. Love, and Joy and smiling Spring, Inspire the little; souls to sing. —Sent in by Sybil McCready.
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Hawera Star, Volume L, 26 July 1930, Page 17
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85ROBIN’S GRAVE Hawera Star, Volume L, 26 July 1930, Page 17
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